About

Buukish.

You may probably say that I’m the voracious reader who isn’t good in spelling because there’s no such word as buukish. I know it should have been spelled with double O. But the bU-Ukish me says it should be double U.

U are U.

U are what U read.

U are what U feed your mind.

U are what U think.

Does it make sense now why this blog is BUUKISH?

Also, I believe in the mantra that I shouldn’t follow the crowd. Should I stick to the correct spelling of BOOKISH, the Internet would have lots of links already in its gigantic library.

Who Am I Really?

I’m Buu Kish.

Just call me buu (pronounced with long u not the staccato style b-u-u) for short.

I love bubble gum.

I love bubble jet.

I love bubble bath.

I eat bubble and squeak.

I wish to have a bubble chamber.

I’d love to do a bubble dance (nude dancing, lol) alone in my bubble mind, of course.

I bubble over simple joys.

I drink bubbly.

There are many things to be feel BUllish about when it comes to reading, OK, let me do it right, b-O-O-k-s.

Welcome to BUUKish!